So it seems like getting teeth sucks way more than I will ever remember.
As in, sucks enough to wake you up at 2:00 in the morning (when you're visiting friends) and keep you awake, tossing and turning for 3 hours or so. Then, when it looks like you're not going to get any sleep, you go for a ride, just to calm everyone down and let some people try and sleep (the host friends and a parent).
But that ain't gonna work, either. Instead, you're going to hang out until 7:30 a.m. or so, and then finally crash for an hour and a half.
Then, when you get up, you're going to be super friendly and cheerful, ready to visit and have a great time. This is the exact opposite of how your parents feel, so while one "looks after you" in a zombie-fied state of being, the other one sleeps for a little while longer, to hopefully eliminate some of the whole waking dead thing that's going on.
So. . . Yeah. That's what Saturday nights look like sometimes. But as much as O getting teeth sucks for me and her mom, I can't be all that upset. Because it seems like it must suck a lot more for her. And really, there are only 20 of these bad boys coming, and O has four out already. That's 20%. We're almost done.
Cripes. Poor kid.
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